Phew, six months or thereabouts has gone by since my last post. Here I am, sitting in a new country which I now call "home". Here I am, in cold blustery weather that makes me finally understand what James Herriot was talking about. Here I am, writing in my blog after so long when really I know that if I don't finish my management essay I will be well and truly rogered.
It's been a strange sort of 2 months. First of all, they've kind of galloped by. Kind of like you turn your head and bang! You're in December! They say change is a good thing. I answer back with "who says so? And how much change?" No now I'm just being unfair. I do love my life here. I love what I'm doing, the college, the quaint little town, the Christmassy feeling in the air, the 2 pound Corona's, autumn leaves (which are non-existent now), the rabbits scampering around, fish and chips...the list is endless. What I do not love however, is washing dishes. That, and fire alarms being set off at 1 in the morning. They are a paranoid race indeed.
I've said it before but I will say it again, thank God for Moron. In a foreign country, he is the one familiar thing that I cling to. He spoils me rotten, takes me shopping, cooks for me, lets me have the side of the bed that is not up against the wall and even, on occasion, washes the damn dishes.
I named this blog "singing in the rain" for no particular reason really. I have one now.
December 02, 2007
May 18, 2007
One
*Wrote this a couple of months ago. Will need to write the sequels shortly.
This morning as I was driving to work I had the sudden inexplicable urge to write something. Its funny how it always happens at the most inopportunate times. By the time I've reached somewhere where I can lay my hands on a pen and a paper, I've forgotten all the wonderful perfectly bloggable thoughts that are running through my head at the time.
Much has happened since the last time I blogged. I've started work again. With the same company. Which makes me fear very much that KC will be proved right and I will die working there. However, its a different setup and I actually, at this point anyway, kind of love my job. The fact that its just temporary certainly doesn't hurt.
Oh yes, and then there's the whole college thing. Don't really know where's/why's/how's of it. I only know that I'm going.
Then there has been all the drama of relationships that change and change and change again. Moron is simply wonderful. And forgiving. And thats all there is to that. For now anyway.
But the real reason for this post has been the trips. In 2 months, I've gone to Goa, Bombay, Goa again, Goa yet again and Masanagudi. With very different bunches of people. And they have been fun in different ways. I've been living out of suitcases and waking up in different beds every weekend. But this is the only time in my life that I get to do this shit. So I went right ahead and did that shit.
Goa Trip #1
So a friend of mine from school who we will call PK (or actually PP now) decided that she was going to have her wedding in Goa. Which was great for us anyway. Any excuse to go there after all. So Chet, Dinks and I decided to go a couple of days earlier and then Anshama joined us later that day. Zombie, Puriyada and Laksh decided to come a couple of days later. Much drinking, dancing and general mayhem was had by all and sundry. Even the normally staid Zombie and Laksh were seen letting their hair down. If you want to really have a fun wedding, you have to marry a North Indian. You have to hand it to them...they really know how to have a good time. So we would go for the functions for a bit and then slip of to the beach and lie there while sipping on a King's beer. It really was the life.
One of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen.
This morning as I was driving to work I had the sudden inexplicable urge to write something. Its funny how it always happens at the most inopportunate times. By the time I've reached somewhere where I can lay my hands on a pen and a paper, I've forgotten all the wonderful perfectly bloggable thoughts that are running through my head at the time.
Much has happened since the last time I blogged. I've started work again. With the same company. Which makes me fear very much that KC will be proved right and I will die working there. However, its a different setup and I actually, at this point anyway, kind of love my job. The fact that its just temporary certainly doesn't hurt.
Oh yes, and then there's the whole college thing. Don't really know where's/why's/how's of it. I only know that I'm going.
Then there has been all the drama of relationships that change and change and change again. Moron is simply wonderful. And forgiving. And thats all there is to that. For now anyway.
But the real reason for this post has been the trips. In 2 months, I've gone to Goa, Bombay, Goa again, Goa yet again and Masanagudi. With very different bunches of people. And they have been fun in different ways. I've been living out of suitcases and waking up in different beds every weekend. But this is the only time in my life that I get to do this shit. So I went right ahead and did that shit.
Goa Trip #1
So a friend of mine from school who we will call PK (or actually PP now) decided that she was going to have her wedding in Goa. Which was great for us anyway. Any excuse to go there after all. So Chet, Dinks and I decided to go a couple of days earlier and then Anshama joined us later that day. Zombie, Puriyada and Laksh decided to come a couple of days later. Much drinking, dancing and general mayhem was had by all and sundry. Even the normally staid Zombie and Laksh were seen letting their hair down. If you want to really have a fun wedding, you have to marry a North Indian. You have to hand it to them...they really know how to have a good time. So we would go for the functions for a bit and then slip of to the beach and lie there while sipping on a King's beer. It really was the life.
One of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen.
Some kind of grotesque decorative item the hotel placed on the pull-out sofa.
We ate a lot of this. And all its cousins. Crabs, prawns, squid, mussels. You name it, we ate it.
And drank a lot of this. The vanilla milkshake looking drink is actually a really potent brew with loads of fenny in it. Lethal.
Happy : )
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